What was my childhood like? The composition is 600 words, the topic must be novel, answer within 10 minutes, speed! ! Due tomorrow

1. There are many interesting things about my childhood

My childhood is like an endless stream, flowing slowly in my heart. In this creek, there are both happy laughter and sad tears, but what I remember most is a silly thing I did when I was a child.

That was when I was four years old. One morning, my grandma was cooking in the kitchen and found that there was no salt, so she became anxious. Why? Because I am the only one left at home. If she goes out by herself and leaves me alone at home, who knows what will happen? So feel uneasy. At this time, I saw through my grandma's difficulty, so I volunteered to grandma and said, "Let me buy salt for you."

"You?" Grandma looked at me doubtfully.

"Yes! I have been there several times before!" (In fact, I have never been there once) Grandma nodded helplessly.

Soon, I bought salt back from the canteen, and I was very happy that I could do things for adults. Who knows, I accidentally stepped on a banana peel on the ground and fell to the ground. , the salt bag broke, and white salt spread all over the ground. I immediately panicked, thinking: The salt fell on the ground and became dirty. I had to tell my grandma the bad news as soon as possible.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the yard, I saw Grandma Wang next door washing rice. I suddenly had an idea and thought: since rice can be washed clean with water, then salt can also be washed clean. Thinking of this, I immediately borrowed a basin from Grandma Wang. I came to the street, put salt into the basin, and ran to the faucet in the courtyard.

The basin was quickly filled with water. I shook it vigorously, then put my hand in and stirred it. I didn't know that the basin was empty. I was so panicked that I didn't care about the basin and ran home immediately.

When I got home, I told my grandma what happened. Before she finished speaking, grandma was already laughing. She touched my head and said with a smile: "Silly boy, salt is not washable like rice. It dissolves when it comes into contact with water." After that, she laughed again.

From this incident, I learned a truth: think twice before doing anything

2.

My childhood had many interesting things

In my memory, the interesting things in childhood are like the stars in the sky, countless. As time goes by, some things are gradually forgotten, while some things are imprinted in my mind but cannot be erased. Today I will write out one of the things and tell it to everyone!

I remember when I was six years old, I was in kindergarten. One Sunday, I was playing in the living room, holding a plastic "golden cudgel" in my hand to imitate Sun Dasheng. Now I stood on the board and did "climbing high and looking into the distance". Yang Zirong was holding a wooden submachine gun and "sweeping thousands of armies"...

My mother heard the roar in the living room from the bathroom and asked me what I was doing. I didn't dare to say anything, so I had to stop and tiptoe to the bathroom. I peeked out and saw my mother washing clothes. As she rubbed the clothes with her hands, many small transparent bubbles popped up in the basin. It's colorful and beautiful under the light. I found it quite interesting, so I grabbed the bubbles with my hands, once on the left and once on the right. However, the bubbles burst when they touched my fingers. Even if I grabbed them gently, they would burst. Although I kept trying It won't work even if I grab it. I was a little anxious, so I turned around and exerted force, and the wash basin under my feet tipped over. My mother was so angry and funny that I had no choice but to run away in despair...

In the blink of an eye, it was another Sunday. I was feeling bored at home alone, and suddenly I remembered catching bubbles, and my interest suddenly became bright. Thinking that my mother used hot water to brew the white powder, I went to the kitchen to find the white powder and tried to brew it with hot water. While brewing, I thought happily that many small colorful bubbles would soon float out. There were no dirty clothes to wash, so I put my handkerchief in the basin and rubbed it, but no bubbles came out and my hands became sticky instead. I don't know the reason, but I feel anxious and angry.

At this moment, my mother came back and asked me what was wrong. I told my mother what had happened. My mother couldn’t help but smile bitterly, and tapped my forehead with her finger, "Silly boy, what you are taking is cooking starch." , it’s not washing powder, how can there be bubbles?” After listening, I suddenly realized that I felt funny too, and I was stunned for a long time...

Childhood is innocent and happy. As time goes by, childhood is gradually disappearing, but the meaning of childhood is Those childish and funny things still make me laugh when I think about them now. After the above interesting incident, my mother later told me a truth: when doing something, you must first understand the principle clearly, and you cannot just copy it mechanically, otherwise you will make a joke or even make a mistake. Therefore, this incident is still unforgettable to me

3. There were many interesting things in my childhood, just like shining stars. The brightest one is also the most interesting thing, that is Scrambled eggs while watching a football game.

Once, because my mother had to do a lot of financial statements, she would go home very late if she finished them tonight. My father didn't want to go out to eat, so my father and I had to cook at home. Dad really likes watching football games, so I have to cook for myself. "Today's meal is not too much, just chicken soup, white rice, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Please don't mind, dad!" I said to my dad. "While I was watching the football game, I was talking about the steps to scramble eggs!" (Because chicken soup and white rice are all in the microwave, you don't have to worry about it) Dad said. : "OK!" I replied.

The scrambled eggs have begun, and Dad’s football game has almost started, so Dad turns on the TV. I first beat 3 eggs in a bowl and stirred them well. Then I put the eggs into a pan filled with oil. After frying for a while, I heard my dad shouting: "Come on, come on!" (Actually, he was saying: "Come on, come on!" (Calling the football team to cheer) I was originally worried that my father would forget about my scrambled eggs. Now, I finally calmed down. After a while, I heard my dad shouting: "Come on, come on!" I asked inexplicably: "Dad, didn't the oil just be added?" "Whatever, listen to me. I'm right." The master of fried tomatoes and eggs at home!" Dad said. "Come on, come on!" Dad said. I had to follow my dad's "Super Scrambled Egg Method" and add oil again and again. "Come on, come on!" Dad shouted. "Dad, mom doesn't usually scramble eggs like this!" I said. Dad said proudly: "This is my 'new way to make scrambled eggs.'" This sentence suddenly left me speechless. After a few minutes, I had scrambled eggs. "It's time to eat! It's time to eat!" I shouted. Dad immediately turned off the TV. I took a bite of the tomato scrambled eggs I made. "Why is there so much oil!"...

This is a sumptuous dinner; it is also a dinner with a unique taste; it is also a happy thing in my childhood.

2)

Childhood is like a small boat, filled with toys, laughter and candies!

My little head is full of interesting things about my childhood. I remember that when I was five or six years old, my parents were both at work, so I could only play at home, alone. What fun things there are at home are just watching TV and eating candies. When I walked about 5 meters away from the yard, I saw a plate of very beautiful butterfly flowers. From a distance, it looked like two butterflies flying freely. A gust of wind blew, and the butterfly flowers followed the wind. The fragrance of the flowers greeted my nose and made me intoxicated by the pansies. Where did this charming pansies come from? Oh, I remembered, my mother bought this last night, and it was very expensive. My mother regarded it as a treasure! I couldn't help but get closer to appreciate it. I was full of praise for the beauty and fragrance of this flower, but it seemed that it was not energetic at all. Well, I think it must be "thirsty". A daughter should also be "thirsty" for her mother. "Baby Flower" quenches thirst, so I took a glass of water and poured it evenly into the soil. After a while, there was still no change in the flowers. I had an idea. I remembered that when I took a shower, I felt wet and very comfortable, and I felt very energetic after taking a shower. Well, seeing how beautiful and fragrant the iris flowers were, I thought of it. Take a shower! I moved the pansies to the bathroom and started washing the flowers and leaves. I washed, washed, and washed...

.Look, are the flowers and leaves energetic? I thought to myself: Mom and Dad will definitely praise me when they see me being so good and taking care of the flowers so well. My heart is as sweet as honey...

Seven o'clock, seven o'clock one At about half past seven, my parents finally came back. I quickly ran to them and said, "Father and mother, welcome back! Mom, come and see your baby flowers!" Mom asked after looking at it. Me: "Why are the flowers so wet?" I told my mother the whole story. After hearing this, my mother couldn't laugh or cry and said, "Aren't you just superfluous? You killed the flowers." I listened with half-belief, but after a few days, the flowers really withered...

To this day, my mother often uses this incident to tell me not to add superfluous things to my work!